Last weekend I got a thorough thrashing, I lost a big client, actually the first client I ever worked with in this business, it wasn’t anything personal but my ego was bruised vibaya sana. I did what jesus would recommend, I went from the hustle straight to the bar, I had to nurse my shuttered ego. Chupa ya Jameson kwa meza. People started streaming in, fast forward around 11.00 I notice this chick, in tiny red dress! sema haga, the thighs, the boobies, the cleavage, halafu vile alikua twerk, huh! I drooled on her for hours, as matter of fact nilimove to the next table mahali namuona vizuri. Ilikua tu nikule kwa macho niende home.
What I didn’t know pia yeye alikua amenotice kuna fisi inadondokwa namate mahali. At atound 12 I had enough and it was about time ni chomoke, then boom! Somebody comes and sits next to me, you guessed it right! the chick in the red dress. She’s like hi, blah blah blah and then she’s like, You’re so handsome, I had to tell you that, Come tu dance. My first thought was, this is a hoe! I was like nope, we’ll do that next time if we ever meet, I am going home. I am a nice ktalk millionaire I don’t fuck with prostitutes hehe, I forgot to add that. She went on to tell me shit about herself ,where she lives, works, kumbe we have some mutual friends, and then she was like my hand bag is over there let me grab it halafu tutaende kwako pamoja, just like that! I swear I am not making this shit up! Let’s say kesho yake niliamka with the house smelling good, maini ilikua kwa fridge imepikwa vizuuuri, ka salad hapo kando. I am not sure whether she saw me looking miserable and decided to do her good deed of the day, or it was a horny girl trying to get laid, or my light skin ililainisha maneno, whatever. But the gods have smiled back, I have gone to kicking ass with an even better client. nihayo tu.
if there is no picture of the client, or the chef, or the jameson, or the bla bla bla, or the salad, or the maini, or the text, or the shattered ego, or the mutual friends…
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